Boy Scouts on Hudson Bay; Or, The Disappearing Fleet

I see it, Ned! suddenly said Jack, triumphantly—Page 238 Boy Scouts on Hudson Bay.
Copyright 1914 M. A. Donohue & Company Chicago
Boy Scouts on Hudson Bay; or, The Disappearing Fleet. By G. HARVEY RALPHSON

Sure it's me that hopes we've seen the last tough old carry on this same wild-goose chase up to the Frozen North!
Hello! there, is that you, Jimmy, letting out that yawp? I thought you had more sporting blood in you than to throw up your hands like that!
Oh! well I sometimes say things that don't come from the heart, you know, Jack. Wait, me boy, till I get good and rested up, and mebbe I'll sing a different tune. Ask Ned here if it's me that often shows the white flag when trouble comes.
Well, I should say not, Jimmy McGraw. There never was a more stubborn nature in all New York than you, once you'd set your mind on anything. That talk of being discouraged is all on the surface. A thousand cataracts wouldn't keep you from getting to Hudson Bay in the end, if you'd said you meant to reach open water. And Jack Bosworth knows that as well as I do.
That's right; I do, laughed the party mentioned as Jack, as he slapped Jimmy on the back. I've seen him tested and tried out many the time, and never once did he squeal. I was only joking, Jimmy; you understand?
And sure that's what I was doing when I grunted about the carry. It was next door to a picnic down Coney Island way, and I don't care how many more times the lot of us have to pack canoes and duffle from one creek to another. But Francois here is after saying we're getting near the end of our long voyage, and Tamasjo, the red Injun, backs him up. So let's try and forget our troubles, and settle down for a decent night's rest.
First of all, we'll get the tent up, because it looks a little like it might rain before morning, remarked the boy who had been designated as Ned, and whom the other four seemed to look upon in the light of leader.